The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.
I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap
Fairies use flowers for their charactery.
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.
Wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, but presently prevent the ways to wail.
I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows.